Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Footsteps of Autumn Rain

An autumn moon, like fresh-shucked cornThe chin of an October mornThe footsteps of the gentle rain:And leaves across the window frame.A tabby cat with eyes of goldThe pumpkin and its top of moldA single, solitary stainOf raindrops on the window frame.The open mouth of summer brooksThat linger, with a backward lookAs if to say, "The winsome grainsHave rotted in the autumn rains."The thin black caw of cobalt crowsA whisper of the coming snowsRed maples bent across the lane:And footsteps of the gentle rain.

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I am a poet who seeks to glorify God in all I do. I want to reclaim the beautiful symphony of rhyming poetry and fill you with the peace and purity of Christ's creation. If you enjoyed my blog, please leave a comment---or even better, follow me! My two blogs, www.smileymorning.blogspot.com and www.howfaintthewhisper.blogspot.com are full of my love for creation, poetry, and joy. Check them out! Smiles, August (: